Poems on Moon in english for Kids

Poems on Moon in english for Kids : Pretty new moon, little new moon, Now, as first I look at you, I must make a wish, for wise folks Say its surely will become true! A full moon is like you and me, one half for you the other for me A full moon is like moon cheese,Yes yes yes I love moon cheese

Poems on Moon in english for Kids

Oh! Look at the Moon!
She is shining up there;
Oh! Mother, she looks
Like a lamp in the air.
Last week, she was smaller
And shaped like a bow;
But now, she’s grown bigger,
And is round like an O!

Pretty new moon, little new moon
Pretty new moon, little new moon
Now, as first I look at you
I must make a wish, for wise folks
Say its surely will become true!

Little new moon, pretty new moon
I wish but i must not tell
For if anyone should hear it
Wise folks say, it breaks the spell!

A full moon is like you 
A full moon is like you and me,
one half for you the other for me
A full moon is like moon cheese,
Yes yes yes I love moon cheese

A full moon is like a dinner plate,
with chocolate pudding and strawberry cake
A full moon is like you and me,
together let’s have moon glee

Up high the moon
Up high the moon smiles,
glow sticks on its face,
the crystal ball that
predicts the future,
of the day to come.

Up high there’s a torch,
and a banana,
slowly but surely,
orbiting the Earth.

Up high sometimes it’s
full, sometimes it’s half,
sometimes it’s empty,
each day it changes.

Up high there’s a moon,
so far, yet so close.

I think the moon is very kind 
I think the moon is very kind
To take such trouble just for me.
He came along with me from home
To keep me company.

He went as fast as I could run;
I wonder how he crossed the sky?
I'm sure he hasn't legs and feet
Or any wings to fly.

Yet here he is above their roof;
Perhaps he thinks it isn't right
For me to go so far alone,
Tho' mother said I might.

The moon has a face like the clock

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.

The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.

But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall rise.